there are so many things i get to do for the baby that i didn’t get to do for the other six children that live in my home. but this one thing, oh my heart.
this one thing, rocking this baby to sleep. when our eyes lock. when he reaches up to touch my face. when i’m studying his features, trying to sear them into my memory. when i’m wondering how long he’ll be with me. i can feel my heart swelling with love and joy. i can feel my heart starting to break.
this is a love that is making me die to myself. this is a love that is giving life.